Up till about two years ago I cared little if I lived or died, in fact at times I wanted to die so badly. Well more "not to live" is a more accurate disription of my feelings. Living was such a huge effort,. I was so tired that even the simplest tasks were too much. Some days I didn't have the energy to get out of bed.

What a selfish, ungrateful person I was.I knew this but that just made me feel worse. I was married to a sucessful man, I had two gorgeous sons, a lovely house in the most stunning countryside. I had holidays abroad and great friends. Yet I was In the depths of depression. I wanted out.

Now I am so thankful that I am alive. I did get out, but not out of life, just out of THAT life. Now I have a new life with a new partner in a new place. I am a new me. No, I am the real me. After years of trying to be what or who everyone else wanted me to be, I finally realised i could not be happy until I allowed myself to be me.

It is only now that I accept me for who or what I am that I can live my life fully. I don't spend a lot of time worrying about what others think of me. In fact I don't spend an awful lot of time thinking about me at all, except to delight in the way I am part of this big, beautiful world.

It is a spectacular Autumn day, resplendent in warm, rich colour and texture and I am so happy to be alive!!!